THESEUS.
I know but one thing; he implores, I am told,
A word with thee—he will not trouble thee.
OEDIPUS.
What seeks he? If a suppliant, something grave.
THESEUS.
He only waits, they say, to speak with thee,
And then unharmed to go upon his way.
OEDIPUS.
I marvel who is this petitioner.
THESEUS.
Think if there be not any of thy kin
At Argos who might claim this boon of thee.
OEDIPUS.
Dear friend, forbear, I pray.
THESEUS.
What ails thee now?
OEDIPUS.
Ask it not of me.
THESEUS.
Ask not what? explain.
OEDIPUS.
Thy words have told me who the suppliant is.